Barry sits happily in the pew,
With the brim pulled way down low
Aint no sound but the sound of his wife,
Preachers ready to go
Are you ready, are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the sermons rip
To the sound of the beat
Another one under the bus
Another one under the bus
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one under the bus
Hey, Im gonna get you too
Another one under the bus
How do you think I’m be the Pres,
With Michelle blabbing on,
Ranting and raving and yelling bout
How “Whitey” done her wrong
Boot the Revrend, and my old church
How long can you stand deceit
Michelle Obama, the big mouth rips
Leading to my timely defeat
Lookout....
Another one under the bus
Another one under the bus
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one under the bus
Hey, Im gonna get you too
Another one under the bus